“Just like old times,” she thought sardonically. CHAPTER IV The tourists returned to the Sha-mien at four o'clock. S. Annabel shook her head. Since Jack has left us, what does it matter whether he's pleased or not?" At this moment, a whistle was heard. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. In addition, the Fadden Dance business, all out of proportion, occupied the whole foreground of her thoughts and threw a color of rebellion over everything. So was I, in fact.
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